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That's all I need. I move down her body, and when I get to her open thighs. I see her, just dripping for me, I groan out loud against her skin. My mouth watering for a taste.

I glance up the length of her and her chest is heaving, her cheeks scarlet, her eyes gone black.

I put my mouth on her.

I'm not gentle and I'm not patient. I lick into her, I suck her clit, I fuck her with my tongue until her thighs are shaking around my ears and both her hands are fisted in my hair, holding me right where she wants me.

She's loud, thank God she's loud, she hides nothing, she rocks up into my mouth and I would happily die in this exact spot. Sucking her to an orgasm.

I get my hands under her ass and lift her hips slightly off the bed, angling her up so I can get my tongue as far into her pussy as it'll reach with my nose to her clit. She comes apart with a cry, soaking my tongue, clenching it, that my vision whites out. Her thighs locked around my head and I can feel myself getting harder.

I don't let up. Even her taste is made for me. I lick her through every wave and past it, relentless, until she's pushing weakly at my forehead, wrung out and boneless.

"Jax, I can't."

"You can and you will." I press one last openmouthed kiss to her clit and she jolts. "I'll give you a few minutes. I'm a giver."

"You’re insufferable." She's laughing, breathless and glowing.

I crawl up her body grinning like an idiot. "You love it."

It's out before I can catch it. The wrong word. It hangs there and her eyes go wide, and I patch it fast. "The insufferable part. You love the insufferable part, admit it."

"Maybe." Her hand slides into my hair, and her eyes hold mine, soft and dangerous. "Now stop stalling. Get inside me and fuck me, Hunter. That's an order from your handler."

God, this woman.

I reach for the nightstand and she catches my wrist.

"I'm on the pill... bad cramps" Her eyes don't leave mine. "I want to feel you. Nothing between us."

I nod. “I’m clean.”

Nothing between us. It levels me clean off my feet. I line up and push into her, bare and hot, and we both groan.

"Eyes on me." I sink to the hilt. "This is me, and it's you."

"It's real." She grabs my face and holds my eyes, fierce even now. "It was always real, Jax. Even when I pretended. Even when I lied. It was always you."

We both break a little at that.

She moves with me, meets every drive, and she doesn't go quiet, she never stops feeding it back to me, ‘harder, right there, you feel so good, more’ and I keep my mouth at her ear, filthy and honest too.

"For years. Every night I swore I was over you." I drive deep and she sobs my name. "You were made for me, Margot. Say it."

"I was made for you." It tears out of her, nails raking down my back. "Always."

I work a hand between us to her clit and she detonates around me, clamping down, dragging me over the edge with her, and I spill into her bare and deep with her name torn out of my chest.

Afterward, I just hold her. She falls asleep quickly. And I lie there and this is the most peaceful I’ve felt in years and the most afraid.

I lied to her brother, and he’s still waiting on an answer I can't give him. Because some cowardly part of me has never believed I get to have her.

And if I lose her, I’ll lose him too.

My phone lights up on the nightstand. I almost let it go. Then I see the name, Denise Okafor.

I ease Margot's arm off my chest and pick it up.